Open Poetry #1 |
Like the Season's That Change |
Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston |
Life, its an everlasting circle with periodic seasons. It has its balance of ups and downs with no apparent reasaons. Spring is the season of new life the start of a brand new beginning. And though its not often thought of there has to be an ending. Summer is the season of growing when youth is taken for granted. Its also a time of maturing when hopes and dreams are planted. Autumn is the season of mid-life when you look at the things that you've done. To remember your life is half over and wish that you were still young. Winter is the ending season. When you look at a life spent well. And know that you've mastered the balance and feel the pride in your heart swell. And once again.. the seasons change and life is at an end. And like last year the snow melts and the circle starts again. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Welcome Aboard, Lucie - I love this poem - and its theme - Here's the first poem I wrote when I started to take poetry seriously... It says pretty much the same thing... Nancy SERENDIPITY From sheltered berth embarks the maiden sail With harbored spirit innocent and frail. As windward breath uplifts the halcyon veil, Alluring barques enrapture seafare's tale. Whence haven's port casts sanctity aside, Presumptuous youth cavorts a vernal tide. E'er wanderlust capricious hearts abide, The sea's unyielding sovereignty defied. Full mainsails prance midsummer's vast blue-green, Beguiling wanton ventures unforeseen. Felicity the guide as sloops careen Through maelstroms in waters once serene. Blithe wisdom falls; the robust tumults wane. Intrepid sails eye placid shores again. Now learned navigators ne'er to feign As fore 'n' aft, great journeys yet remain. Hibernal mariner with white-capped lore Of raging tempests in those days of yore, Aye, come about to tranquil deep before that beck, "Red-Right-Return" forever moor. Waft every crest upon your destined sea. Embrace the Wave of Serendipity, Lest its elusive arcane ecstasy Refurl with sail for all eternity. ------------------ Nan's Morsels netpoets.net/nan/index.html |
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thursdayschild Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 169Houston, Tx. |
Wow....two wonderful poems with one click of the mouse! Great work, both authors. |
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